It is early in the morning, I enjoy this time of day. Generally no one is about at the stable, time to myself. No distractions from my work. It is very important, I am the mouth and through my eyes and head the prophesy unfolds around me. Eternity taunts my gesture, wanting to challenge my mind, it shall not succeed. I ready the manuscrïpt, my memory fades as time progresses so one must transcribe everything one hears, for later evaluations. I open the door, my pen in hand. I have perfected writing without sight, it is necessary. The sounds come crashing in like a tidal wave, jumbled thoughts, hungers, screams. I can feel the poisons in my veins and the fleas infesting my body. I feel the thought of swimming in human excrement while I am fed beer. It is quite confusing, the gods act in such ways to challenge their subjects, weed out those that are unfit for such enlightenment. I always persevere. There is a gray sweater, the same that has taunted me before. A disfigured man, chains and fire. After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen.'O Ohrmazd, propitious spirit! creator of the material world, righteous creator! I have seen a celebrity (khunid) with much wealth, whose soul, infamous in the body, was hungry (gurs) and jaundiced and in hell, and he did not seem to me exalted; and I saw a beggar with no wealth and helpless, and his soul was thriving (farpih) in paradise, and he seemed to me exalted. [And I saw a wealthy man without children, and he did not seem to me exalted;] and I saw a pauper with many children, and he seemed to me exalted. And I saw a tree on which were seven branches, one golden, one of silver, one brazen, one of copper, [one of tin], one of steel, and one was mixed up with iron.'I hear the death cries of the multitudes as I draw to an end the connection to the gods. I look over my notes, making certain I transcribed them accurately before I seal them into my manuscrïpts. I glance upon the shelf at the dozens of thick journals containing my life's endeavors, truly I am wise beyond words. I am consecrated in the blood and possess the divine hand. I am.

 And there are many that would kill me to silence my work, they have all failed...